Helping small

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I am always so acutely aware of my happiness.

I think it’s something that naturally goes hand in hand with depression. Like a business man who’s obsessed with money. He’ll never have enough of it and therefore never be satisfied.

A bit like that.

 

I see the faults in this, I see the circles I must go in. The more you try to not be obsessed with something though the more attention you’re giving to that one thing. But this post isn’t about that anyway.

Recently a thought hit me – I do so much to try and make myself happy. Well, nothing has worked well so far, so why not do things for others instead. Spend my time a little more wisely.

 

I’ve gone along with idea for a few months now. A lot of my help to others seems to always involve paint. I’ve tried to help emotionally a few times and I can’t seem to do that quite yet.

I can’t do more than I’m ready for but if there’s some DIY someone needs doing, I’ll be there for youuu.

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I haven’t done anything ground breaking. I haven’t helped the community, only family and friends. And it’s all little things that they could have done but I’ve done it instead. It still seems like I gave them a little bit of happiness and that’s the goal.

Someone to feel happy.

In turn that does make me feel happy.

And the act alone of painting chairs or a fence is therapeutic and has given me a little hope.

Not that any of this is about how I feel. My focus was never on that.

I encourage you to help someone in a small way. And the only reason for that action is for their satisfaction, not your own.

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Hand prints for adults

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I had a conversation with a friend about hand prints and why we stop doing them as adults. ‘Because our hands don’t grow,’ she said, and a very valid point that I had not thought of.

Then we discussed that they do when we gain or loose weight, not that you’d want to document that anyway.

But I document near enough everything, I enjoy making things with no expectations and since I have no hand prints of my current and final hand size, I wanted one.

I used the back of my hand, pressed into air dry clay. I then painted it with water colour paint, then repainted the bits I didn’t like – and then painted more and wish I didn’t. Oh well! 

I hope it isn’t seen as a vanity thing, because I really enjoyed it and want to make more.

(Even if it is, I suppose it doesn’t matter, because they’re for me)

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February adventure box

Yes, it’s late.

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In January I shared my adventure box idea – a gift to each couple in my family of a whole years worth of fun – and today I’m finally sharing Feb. Don’t get me wrong, during February I kept thinking ‘oh, I better do that’ and always shrugging it off because there was always more time.

WRONG! February has the least amount of time.

I knew this, I’ve lived 26 February’s, and yet here I am, on March the 12th (which if Feb had 31 days, it would still be March the 9th), finally doing it.

(I am very visual and I can’t hold a lot of information in my brain before it flies out. I need a calendar) (like, always by my side) (actually, in front of me) (glued to my eye lids, preferably)

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This month comes with Valentine’s cards for them to make, candles, a print of their initials and a pancake recipe for pancake day.

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I pride myself on my honesty, and I can honestly tell you I have never, ever made pancakes before. I have no bliming clue how this recipe tastes. Funny that, considering I wrote it…

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So that was last month for you and I may even be wild this month and post it THIS MONTH. Let’s not hold ourselves to anything, yeah? The best way.

My quick DIY – free autumn decor

 

IMG_5363After collecting acorn caps yesterday, I had a little crafting session while catching up on some YouTube. I’m sure there was a cup of tea, so lets say there was just to set the scene.

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It took me a while to make the ball of acorns but I plan to make more in the future – does this mean I’ll have to collect more?! Damn! Well, if I have to collect more then I’ll have to. It’s not like my favourite thing in the world, or anything.

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Wind chime of collected junk

 

A few months ago I finally made my wind chime, my sacred wind chime of rubbish I’ve collected from all different places, and of course it’s not and may never be finished.

I couldn’t actually start making it till I had enough stuff collected, not that this was a thought nor a plan, but in my mind I was building it every time I found a new treasure. I probably had enough items months and months ago though, to be honest, but it was June when one morning I woke up and decided to go collect sticks and start. And, like I said, there wasn’t much thought then either, and if you carry on reading you’ll see my failure in having no plan.

If any of you have seen the film Harriet The Spy (just to let you know I was completely obsessed with it as a child) this was inspired from the junk yard where they play. To think of all the things that could capture your imagination – it’s the freedom of junk.

Look up some photos, you’ll understand.

It hangs from my door and truly jingles. I want to move it but I haven’t got a place yet. When I have my own house I want to have it in my garden.

So what is on my wind chime?

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My Mum had collected old keys from past houses, old locks, or sheds etc, and I think I had a few from the past too. Why it feels so wrong to throw away keys, we will never know.

I dripped them into little pots of fence paint that I bought for 10p each (so it’s water proof). I did it on a very hot and sweaty June day (remember that heat rise?) and I struggled in finding ways for them to dry – as you can tell by the photos. I also got my first sun burn of the year, which was a massive cross on my back because of my bikini.

 

(I have photos of the process because I naturally document a lot of things I do, whether I share it or not)

I also have shells and a starfish from all different beaches from all different countries. I didn’t drill any holes, I purposefully searched for ones with existing holes. My favourite shell is the one in the first photos with sand stuck on it.

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And stones, one with a natural hole in and one without a hole.

I was experimenting with some shells and the hole-less stone that I picked up on a beach where my friend got married in Zante, and I ended up gluing the sting to the stone. Everything else is tied.

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When I was making my wind chime I also made this wall hanging below, just to hang in my bedroom rather than outside. It has the same collected junk on: keys, stones, shells and another real starfish. Because this one looked great with natural wood, I made my wind chime with natural wood originally. Which, if you’re ready for it, is the big failure!

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It was just so wrong! It’s from a horror film. I took so many photos, in different places, in different times in the day, from different distances, just to try and make myself like it. After everything was I just going to throw it all away?! So frustrating.

It reminded me Mexico’s Day of the Dead. I sent photos to a few different people and the stories I got back, oh deary me, one person said it’s like people have hung themselves, and another said its the keys from people who have died.

Like, great stories but nooo I wanted something pretty. Luckily, my friend (the one that got married in Zante) suggested painting it white and although I really wanted natural wood I just had to do it.

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Luckily, it’s perfect. In the imperfect sense.

I have so many stones and shells, with holes in, scattered in different corners of my life which I have yet to add, so in the future I hope to just keep tying them on.

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I also have lots of other stones, shells and bits and bobs without holes, and therefore will not be tied up. (I collect random other stuff too, one being corks). I’ve brain stormed some ideas of what I want to do with them, although I do like them just sitting around on my window sill and surfaces. The main idea was to fill a jar or vase with them, and write each location on each layer – but I don’t remember which things came from where anymore. That idea is gone, for now.

So I’ll have a think and if I come up with something you’ll know where I’ll come to!

 

Side note: don’t you think it’s weird that I’ve technically hung up dead sea creatures for decor?

 

 

Fixing what’s unsatisfactory

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Creating meaningful surroundings is important to me. I’m not a designer of any sort. I don’t have rules… I purposely like to kid myself that I’m breaking rules but I have no clue, I could be following a rule book unbeknown to me.

That’s what I was doing today. Concentrating on my room. It’s not done, this is where I’m up to. Everyday I view my surrounds as something to decorate, I suppose that’s just a creative mind, but I don’t always act on the urge, hence this post. There is a need in me to fix everything to what I find pleasing though.

I wonder why when something is important to me, like decorating and styling, I don’t become more knowledgeable on it but rather I allow it to be what it is. It’s an natural interest, I like stuff, but at the same time I am particular on what I have. I like to collect things from different places, I like to make things, I don’t need my possessions to scream what interests I have but I like them to portray my personality. That’s why it’s homely to me. That’s why I feel comfortable in my room.

And how does pleasing me work? How do I ‘find’ what is pleasing? I suppose, I say reluctantly, that must come down to some sort of rule – the juxtaposition of the objects. It’s like pretty faces are usually symmetrical. I don’t know. I’m just not sure, there’s probably a science behind it. With people who are Doctors. Hello, I’m a Doctor of Style. You wouldn’t believe them though, would you. You’d just think they’re being cocky.

My room is divided into two categories; things I’m satisfied with and things I’m not. I wasn’t aware of this till recently and all it comes down to when I have a feeling that something isn’t right. Which is an okay problem, I suppose, but it occurred to me that I could just fix them. Anything that gives me a sinking feeling just correct it till I’m all chill inside.

That’s obvious isn’t it. When you live in a space you don’t often see that though.

So here I am fixing what doesn’t satisfy me and I’ll update you in the future whether these changes have worked.

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This is where I kind of gave up and had a walk, food and a bubble bath. I’m an easily distracted creature. This one was a tough one though. I still don’t think it’s right but I think I’m done playing for today so I’ll sit on it a bit and see if my dissatisfied senses tingle.

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Quotes for me and pottery

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You need to be tested.

Sentences pop into my brain every once in a while which sums up what I’m feeling or even advice for getting through it. It’s almost like there’s someone else in here with me that just points something out which steers me in the right direction. There isn’t a little man in here though, it’s an a culmination of all my thoughts jumbled up then like on Count Down it’s my job to find the words. It’s a little dose of clarity I need every once in a while.

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Other thoughts I’ve had the past week or two that were so strong I had to write down;

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Don’t become stagnant.

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Exercise is the baseline for some stability.

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You feel like you have so much to offer the world so why aren’t you offering it?

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Always try.